My daughter's scrambled eggs and toast weren't even close to eaten by the end of a Simpsons episode my father would love.
I said: Are you gonna be eating your breakfast forever?
She said: How I gonna do that?
I said: I mean you're eating so slowly, you're never going to be done.
She said: I'm eating.
I said: But your food's cold now. If you can't eat with the TV on, maybe next time you can't eat in front of the TV.
She said: Next time you not gonna remember.
I said: Oh you just stepped in a pile of it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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